Sophia Garcia
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The next two hours were spent making another of the incomplete leeching totems. They worked step by step right until Tanya called everyone in for a break. By this point Riven was confident in his ability to remake the totem given the right ingredients, and there were even substitutions for the quartz crystals he could use via other types of gemstones, but he was still unsure about adding the soul shard. That was going to be the hardest part and would require him to utilize the Death subpillar—which he…
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“So, acquiring new abilities and spells… Any idea how to do it? I just want to clarify that what I read about getting them in the book from Chalgathi’s starter quest was accurate,” Riven asked with a sideways glance at the spider beside him. Then he started writing on a piece of provided scratch paper with a quill pen—adding to the start-up notes of usable totems, one he could take with him when the tutorial ended. The system message had claimed they couldn’t take the books, but given that this…
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There were various chapters on different types of runes one could implement, how to collect souls or soul shards from the beyond using Forest and Death magic, and types of wards he could erect with the right application of knowledge. Looking over his shoulder, he found that literally everyone else had fallen asleep—obviously exhausted from recent events after having traversed from one world to the next. Even Athela had fallen asleep and was—to Riven’s surprise—curled up next to Julie with the…
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Beginning to see a trend, Riven wasn’t surprised when the clothes makers, seamstresses, and tailors had similar advantages. They could create articles of clothing that self-repaired or self-cleaned, perfectly fit whoever wore them, smelled certain ways, camouflaged the wearers, or gave various buffs and resistances. There was even a thermally heated blanket one could make without electricity, which in Riven’s opinion would be a great Christmas gift if he ever celebrated Christmas…
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Oralmius? Weird name. A little bit on the grander side of things. Though just reading through the man’s writing over the course of the next while, Riven could tell he was a pompous asshat and the name fit him quite well. He obviously had a thing against peasants to boot. Was this guy serious? Riven scowled at the book with distaste, but then glanced back at the crystal ball on the desk. Shrugging, he reached out and placed a hand on the glass orb and waited. And waited some more. And then he waited…
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With a sigh, Riven dropped his backpack to the ground and landed on his ass next to Athela with a grunt. Shaking his head and scratching, he sniffed. The food just smelled too enticing to leave alone, and even though he was still covered in blood, he really didn’t give a shit. He plucked a grape from a nearby plate and began to chew. It was goddamn delicious. With an eager smile, he scooped up the flat plate next to the glistening pool of water and began to devour the food like he’d never eaten…
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Hakim waved his hand at the carnage around them. “I must admit, I was surprised to see you using magic like that. I wasn’t sure if my eyes were playing tricks on me at first, but this is a strange situation we find ourselves in. I guess I shouldn’t be too surprised.” “Well, you saw it right.” Riven nodded in acknowledgment, then cocked his head—and sent Hakim a request to join his party by purely his will to do so. “It indeed was magic.” The bigger man grinned, and then bowed his head…
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A chittering cannonball of fury rocketed over Riven’s head when his Blood Weaver leaped forward, sinking her mandibles into one man’s neck and injecting necrotic venom that quickly spread across his throat in a blanket of black. She left him in shock, clutching at the spreading, rotting arteries until his eyes rolled back into his head and he died in the grass beneath Riven’s shadow. The loudly crying, shaking young woman the gangbangers had been pinning down was let go when they came to help their…
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Nobody stopped him to ask or plead again as he made his way to the perimeter of the populated area. Most of them kept their distance, though others still looked longingly his way in hopes that he’d see them and would make an offer himself. A lot of them were scared, and rightfully so, in his opinion. He had a maniac spider with him, after all. The countdown timer continued to tick down. Eleven minutes remained. He let out a slow breath of contentment and stretched his arms while he sat. The sun’s…
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He tried opening the vase by unscrewing the lid along the top, but it wouldn’t budge after a certain point. Not wanting to break it, he just grimaced in irritation and placed it back in the bag before hefting the bag over one shoulder while smiling at a kid who accidentally bumped into his leg. “No worries, man!” Riven stated calmly as the little boy apologized profusely and began to slink back over to his wary parents a few yards away. “HISSSSS! Begone, peasant child! BEFORE I EAT YOU!” He…
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